Friday, January 4, 2013

Dream Job?

My favorite subway line of recent weeks.  A short, stocky man in his late fifties, wearing a woollen cap and sweatpants. A high voice, Capote-esque, if Truman had been Brooklyn born.  He was talking to a pasty-faced redhead slumped across from him.  She was about twice his size.  Retired, he still dabbled in part-time employment every so often:

"I just get to sit down and tell them to shut up.  It's perfect for me."

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